In Tzonmolco, my fathers, shall I cheat you? In Tzonmolco, my fathers, shall I cheat you? In Mecatlan, my lords, the yucca drum lies croaking In Chicueyocan, to the sorcerer's house The sorcerer came down In Tzonmolco, the songs are being sung which we have started In Tzonmolco, the songs are being sung which we have started Here's why it's time, to come out disguised Here's why it's time, to come out disguised In Tzonmolco let one of the people be given it the day's light dawns, the day's light dawns let one of the people be given it In Tzonmolco the servitor's song, loudly resounds through hardship the lords attain their contentment their benefits, glory O little woman summon the people Mist-house dweller in the region of rain summon the people